Remember the little friend from Goddard who was a poor misguided child wearing the hideous orange suit?
Remember how the teacher and I determined the "winner" of the battle would be the baby who kept their outfit on the longest?
Remember how William had a stomach bug that day?
He still won. I picked him up at 2:45 and he still had his aTm outfit on while Ethan had lost his hours earlier. Muwahahah. Miss Jennifer took a really cute picture of the two of them laying next to each other, but because Ethan is not my child I'm not going to share the picture on the internet. I don't know how his parents would feel about that! But they sure did look cute laying there, oblivious to the war that they were entered into without their consent. Poor babies :)
Jul 26, 2010
I LOVE Where I Live
It's no secret that if I had it my way, we would never leave Colorado. Living far away from family and friends has its challenges, but then there are nights like last night that remind me how lucky I am to live in this beautiful place.
Two of Austin's coworkers are PCSing (army code for moving) this week so Austin invited them a few others over for a farewell bbq. Brilliant on a man's part - his work consists of sitting by the smoker all day, making sure there is a sufficient amount of wood chips and the brisket is slowly cooking away while I make sure the house is clean, bake brownies, make beans and potato salad...sounds like quite the trade off huh? :) I enjoy cooking though, and I enjoy having people over so I don't mind a bit. It's also WAY easier to have people over than to go to their house or go out somewhere with William. We have all of his toys and needs at our disposal this way.
After William had gone to bed and every one's bellies were full of food one of the guys who is moving brought out a guitar and started playing. I did not know one single song he played, so I couldn't join in the little sing along (well, I tried once and realized its quite hard to sing a song when you don't know the tune and no one else can carry one...) Instead of singing along, I just listened to the guitar, looked past our house and through the neighborhood into the mountains and night sky. By this time the sun had already set, so the night chill had come and I actually needed to grab a long sleeved shirt. IT IS JULY. Let me pause from the beauty here for a minute to say that if I were in Houston I would still have been sweating, or dripping in the sweat and humidity from earlier. It's doubtful that I would actually have made it that long outside! (unless I were sitting under a cover with fans blowing all over me) The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue, the mountains were perfectly lit to make a picturesque silhouette, and the breeze was blowing in my face. I decided at that point that if I could pause and never leave this place, I'd be a happy camper. It's hard not to see God's beauty every day in a place like this. *The only thing that would have made last night better was a nice patio set rather than our fold up camping chairs!*
Then the harsh reality hit me...the army giveth, and the army taketh away :( I only have one more year here! One more year in our cute little home, one more year to stare off into the mountains, and one more year to enjoy the dry, comfortable climate. I better get busy enjoying it before it gets ripped from my grasp!
Two of Austin's coworkers are PCSing (army code for moving) this week so Austin invited them a few others over for a farewell bbq. Brilliant on a man's part - his work consists of sitting by the smoker all day, making sure there is a sufficient amount of wood chips and the brisket is slowly cooking away while I make sure the house is clean, bake brownies, make beans and potato salad...sounds like quite the trade off huh? :) I enjoy cooking though, and I enjoy having people over so I don't mind a bit. It's also WAY easier to have people over than to go to their house or go out somewhere with William. We have all of his toys and needs at our disposal this way.
After William had gone to bed and every one's bellies were full of food one of the guys who is moving brought out a guitar and started playing. I did not know one single song he played, so I couldn't join in the little sing along (well, I tried once and realized its quite hard to sing a song when you don't know the tune and no one else can carry one...) Instead of singing along, I just listened to the guitar, looked past our house and through the neighborhood into the mountains and night sky. By this time the sun had already set, so the night chill had come and I actually needed to grab a long sleeved shirt. IT IS JULY. Let me pause from the beauty here for a minute to say that if I were in Houston I would still have been sweating, or dripping in the sweat and humidity from earlier. It's doubtful that I would actually have made it that long outside! (unless I were sitting under a cover with fans blowing all over me) The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue, the mountains were perfectly lit to make a picturesque silhouette, and the breeze was blowing in my face. I decided at that point that if I could pause and never leave this place, I'd be a happy camper. It's hard not to see God's beauty every day in a place like this. *The only thing that would have made last night better was a nice patio set rather than our fold up camping chairs!*
Then the harsh reality hit me...the army giveth, and the army taketh away :( I only have one more year here! One more year in our cute little home, one more year to stare off into the mountains, and one more year to enjoy the dry, comfortable climate. I better get busy enjoying it before it gets ripped from my grasp!
Jul 23, 2010
Remember your Wedding Day
I've been thinking all week about what I'd say for week #2 of the marriage challenge. This week is supposed to be focused on remembering your wedding day, but I feel like I already wrote about my wedding day on our anniversary last year. And hey, by the way - did you see that?! I inserted a link! Thanks Nancy - you rock!
Back to the problem at hand; find a new perspective on my wedding day. So this time I think I'll focus on the entire weekend, and the my constant source of strength and comfort: Austin.
Austin and I left Denver a little over a week before the wedding to head down to Houston for last minute preparations and family time. Austin spent the week with his family while I spent the week with mine, so we didn't see each other for a few days until we all met up Friday morning at Camp Allen. Brandon had been arrested Thursday night, the flowers didn't arrive Thursday as planned, and Friday morning I had to accept the fact that the wedding was going to be moved inside. I know that may not sound like a very big deal, but it was.
Here's a little secret that I don't think even Austin knows: I reserved a date at Camp Allen 2 months before we were engaged. I had known for years that I wanted to be married at the outdoor chapel of Camp Allen, and I knew the weekends filled up fast so I didn't want to risk losing the weekend of my choice just because Austin hadn't officially asked. After all, like you read last week, I knew we were getting married long before this point anyway. We grew up going to church retreats at Camp Allen and spending a lot of time in our group of friends down by the lake. For Christmas when we were dating Austin gave me the James Avery cross, only sold at Camp Allen, designed after the cross at the lake. And then less than 2 months later my mom, my brothers and I went and spread my dad's ashes at the foot of that same cross. I couldn't imagine Austin and I being married at any other place.
Ever the stubborn woman that I am, I tried my best to appear to be cool, calm and collected as I absorbed the emotions of Brandon's arrest, the flower's absence, and the venue change...but my own strength can only last for so long. I've not always been great at leaning on other people when I need to, and I know that has been a source of contention between friends and me in the past, but I am very good at leaning on Austin for support. So when I saw him Friday morning we walked behind one of the buildings, he held me in his arms, and I lost it. It was my wedding weekend - the one I had been planning for over a year - and while everything had worked out up until this point it all seemed to be crashing down around me. All three of the main issues here, Brandon, the flowers, and the venue, can be circled around to focus on my dad. And that, of course, wasn't an easy focus seeing as he was not able to be there. Brandon was to walk me down the aisle, along with Brian, and give me away. This was a promise he made not only to me but to my dad also. We had plans in the service for a rose dedication to my dad, inviting him to be a part of our day, and the flowers were not there. And the last physical remains of my dad were supposed to be present, at that cross by the lake, but that wasn't going to happen either. My last spark of hope to somehow feel as though my dad were there was a faint, faint glimmer at this point and I was devastated. However, after a nice, long hug from Austin and his assurance that regardless of all of those things my dad would always be with me in spirit, I was able to turn my frown upside down and keep going.
Throughout the weekend as things didn't go as I thought they should Austin's support is what gave me my strength. When we did the rose dedication during the service Father Tom had told Austin that he'd need to help me walk up and down the steps because of my dress, but I thought it was pretty symbolic of the fact that I needed him for much more than just those steps. He was my pillar to lean on and having him by my side makes me stronger.
What I remember most from our wedding is still the same as it was when I wrote that post last December. I remember seeing Austin's face from the time I turned the corner to walk down the aisle until I went to sleep that night. And having him next to me, behind me, or even across the room, makes me confident, strong, happy, and a better person.
Back to the problem at hand; find a new perspective on my wedding day. So this time I think I'll focus on the entire weekend, and the my constant source of strength and comfort: Austin.
Austin and I left Denver a little over a week before the wedding to head down to Houston for last minute preparations and family time. Austin spent the week with his family while I spent the week with mine, so we didn't see each other for a few days until we all met up Friday morning at Camp Allen. Brandon had been arrested Thursday night, the flowers didn't arrive Thursday as planned, and Friday morning I had to accept the fact that the wedding was going to be moved inside. I know that may not sound like a very big deal, but it was.
Here's a little secret that I don't think even Austin knows: I reserved a date at Camp Allen 2 months before we were engaged. I had known for years that I wanted to be married at the outdoor chapel of Camp Allen, and I knew the weekends filled up fast so I didn't want to risk losing the weekend of my choice just because Austin hadn't officially asked. After all, like you read last week, I knew we were getting married long before this point anyway. We grew up going to church retreats at Camp Allen and spending a lot of time in our group of friends down by the lake. For Christmas when we were dating Austin gave me the James Avery cross, only sold at Camp Allen, designed after the cross at the lake. And then less than 2 months later my mom, my brothers and I went and spread my dad's ashes at the foot of that same cross. I couldn't imagine Austin and I being married at any other place.
Ever the stubborn woman that I am, I tried my best to appear to be cool, calm and collected as I absorbed the emotions of Brandon's arrest, the flower's absence, and the venue change...but my own strength can only last for so long. I've not always been great at leaning on other people when I need to, and I know that has been a source of contention between friends and me in the past, but I am very good at leaning on Austin for support. So when I saw him Friday morning we walked behind one of the buildings, he held me in his arms, and I lost it. It was my wedding weekend - the one I had been planning for over a year - and while everything had worked out up until this point it all seemed to be crashing down around me. All three of the main issues here, Brandon, the flowers, and the venue, can be circled around to focus on my dad. And that, of course, wasn't an easy focus seeing as he was not able to be there. Brandon was to walk me down the aisle, along with Brian, and give me away. This was a promise he made not only to me but to my dad also. We had plans in the service for a rose dedication to my dad, inviting him to be a part of our day, and the flowers were not there. And the last physical remains of my dad were supposed to be present, at that cross by the lake, but that wasn't going to happen either. My last spark of hope to somehow feel as though my dad were there was a faint, faint glimmer at this point and I was devastated. However, after a nice, long hug from Austin and his assurance that regardless of all of those things my dad would always be with me in spirit, I was able to turn my frown upside down and keep going.
Throughout the weekend as things didn't go as I thought they should Austin's support is what gave me my strength. When we did the rose dedication during the service Father Tom had told Austin that he'd need to help me walk up and down the steps because of my dress, but I thought it was pretty symbolic of the fact that I needed him for much more than just those steps. He was my pillar to lean on and having him by my side makes me stronger.
What I remember most from our wedding is still the same as it was when I wrote that post last December. I remember seeing Austin's face from the time I turned the corner to walk down the aisle until I went to sleep that night. And having him next to me, behind me, or even across the room, makes me confident, strong, happy, and a better person.
Jul 22, 2010
A Few Quick Things
I don't have much time - we are leaving work in a little over an hour to go go-cart racing and out to lunch for "team building" then I get to pick up my baby early and go shopping. YIPPEE!
But a few things to note:
~I told you he was close...William sat up last night on his own! He turned his body so he was facing Layla and could grab her tail, then he turned to face me, then Nancy, then leaned over to grab a toy. He was SO proud of himself.
~Austin read our blog last night for maybe the third time ever, and he read the post about "the dating days". I thought it was a nice post...apparently I made him seem "desperate" and "weak" and "soft"...all things that I guess only I am supposed to know??? :) oops.
~new shoes can give you a new lease on life like no other material item can I think. so I think I should go shoe shopping after I pick William up.
~there are prizes to be won at the go-cart races today. I am hoping they are accelerator points - an award recognition program that western union utilizes to award people's work. If I get 15,000 more points I get a free iPad. (last year in total I got 13,000 so I don't expect this to come easily)
I thought I had more things to note here. Apparently I don't. I guess William sitting up was such big news it seemed like more. Happy Thursday!
But a few things to note:
~I told you he was close...William sat up last night on his own! He turned his body so he was facing Layla and could grab her tail, then he turned to face me, then Nancy, then leaned over to grab a toy. He was SO proud of himself.
~Austin read our blog last night for maybe the third time ever, and he read the post about "the dating days". I thought it was a nice post...apparently I made him seem "desperate" and "weak" and "soft"...all things that I guess only I am supposed to know??? :) oops.
~new shoes can give you a new lease on life like no other material item can I think. so I think I should go shoe shopping after I pick William up.
~there are prizes to be won at the go-cart races today. I am hoping they are accelerator points - an award recognition program that western union utilizes to award people's work. If I get 15,000 more points I get a free iPad. (last year in total I got 13,000 so I don't expect this to come easily)
I thought I had more things to note here. Apparently I don't. I guess William sitting up was such big news it seemed like more. Happy Thursday!
Jul 21, 2010
Wonderful, Wonderful William Wednesday
I thought of making this a "wordless William Wednesday" because I have so many pictures I want to share, but that just wouldn't be me. I'll TRY to keep the commentary brief though.
We went to the doctor to make sure it wasn't anything more serious, and it wasn't, so on our way back home I lost the haircut battle. When William was born with a head of hair Austin was already talking about how soon he'd need a haircut. I tried lying and telling him babies legally can't have haircuts until they are 2. He bought it for a month or so, until he heard otherwise. Then it was just a waiting game to see when I'd lost ground. Picture an army storming down the walls of a castle...I could only hold up fort for so long, and Saturday I lost. I shouldn't make it sound so bad seeing as I am the one who made the appointment, and he looks absolutely PRECIOUS with his big boy cut. At first I thought he didn't look like a baby anymore, but then Austin pointed out that his hair now looks identical to his 10-day old pictures...so its hard to say he no longer looks like a baby :) So here is his hippie hair (by austin's definition, anything out of military regulation is hippie hair). 
We took him to a place called "Jack and Jill" where he sat in a firetruck (and could nearly sit all by himself which he enjoyed), he watched TV and checked himself out in the mirror. I'm pretty sure he didn't even notice there was some strange lady messing with his hair. Afterwards they gave us (for a small fee) a certificate with a picture and his hair. Daddy was so proud!
He's feeling better now and he is 100% interested in discovering new things. He is on the verge of sitting up on his own - he can do it for a little bit but we can't be far because he topples over. He wants so badly to be able to sit by himself, reach for his toys, throw them as far as he wants and go get them...but he's just not there yet and it seems terribly frustrating. Here he is laying on our bed trying his hardest to crawl.
The biggest thing he accomplished this week came this morning. Austin was holding him on his lap and he was looking at me. I said "where's your daddy?" and without batting an eye he turned and looked straight at Austin, giving him the biggest grin. I'm not gonna lie, I wish it had happened the other way around, but it was still fun to see him make the connection between a word and an object.
This week at school they are going to be working a lot with him on sitting up by himself, and we are going to have them start giving him mid-day servings of either sweet potatoes or rice cereal. Maybe next week he'll have another fun milestone for you - if not, you can just be sure it'll be another week of discovering new things.
William had a lot going on in his little life this week! He had a little stomach bug Friday/Saturday and he was sent home from Goddard early on Friday. He developed a fever so we called to doctor to see what we should do between that time and his Saturday morning appointment. We put him on a clear liquids diet for the rest of the night and gave him Tylenol, and we didn't even need to use the thermometer to see when the fever broke because his mood definitely told us. He was all of a sudden Mr. Chipper and playful! I didn't like having a sick baby, so when I stopped at target to get some ingredients for homemade diaper cream I got him a football and 2 books. I hope he doesn't get sick a lot because that could get expensive! The doctor told us that after he had a night of clear fluids he wanted us to give him only solid foods on Saturday - bananas, rice cereal, and sweet potatoes. He hadn't ever had the sweet potatoes or bananas - but I think he thought they were pretty fun. Mostly to play with...here he is with sweet potatoes on his forehead. Not quite his mouth, but close right?
We went to the doctor to make sure it wasn't anything more serious, and it wasn't, so on our way back home I lost the haircut battle. When William was born with a head of hair Austin was already talking about how soon he'd need a haircut. I tried lying and telling him babies legally can't have haircuts until they are 2. He bought it for a month or so, until he heard otherwise. Then it was just a waiting game to see when I'd lost ground. Picture an army storming down the walls of a castle...I could only hold up fort for so long, and Saturday I lost. I shouldn't make it sound so bad seeing as I am the one who made the appointment, and he looks absolutely PRECIOUS with his big boy cut. At first I thought he didn't look like a baby anymore, but then Austin pointed out that his hair now looks identical to his 10-day old pictures...so its hard to say he no longer looks like a baby :) So here is his hippie hair (by austin's definition, anything out of military regulation is hippie hair). We took him to a place called "Jack and Jill" where he sat in a firetruck (and could nearly sit all by himself which he enjoyed), he watched TV and checked himself out in the mirror. I'm pretty sure he didn't even notice there was some strange lady messing with his hair. Afterwards they gave us (for a small fee) a certificate with a picture and his hair. Daddy was so proud!
He's feeling better now and he is 100% interested in discovering new things. He is on the verge of sitting up on his own - he can do it for a little bit but we can't be far because he topples over. He wants so badly to be able to sit by himself, reach for his toys, throw them as far as he wants and go get them...but he's just not there yet and it seems terribly frustrating. Here he is laying on our bed trying his hardest to crawl.The biggest thing he accomplished this week came this morning. Austin was holding him on his lap and he was looking at me. I said "where's your daddy?" and without batting an eye he turned and looked straight at Austin, giving him the biggest grin. I'm not gonna lie, I wish it had happened the other way around, but it was still fun to see him make the connection between a word and an object.This week at school they are going to be working a lot with him on sitting up by himself, and we are going to have them start giving him mid-day servings of either sweet potatoes or rice cereal. Maybe next week he'll have another fun milestone for you - if not, you can just be sure it'll be another week of discovering new things. Jul 19, 2010
Ahh, Date Parties
When I was in elementary school My Girl came out and I was instantly called "vada" or "anna" (Vada's character's real-life name) because the resemblance was almost scary. It was soon after I got this nickname that I had a vivid dream, so vivid that I still remember it, about my long-lost twin Anna that my "real" parents kept while giving me up for adoption to my "fake" mom and dad. You have to know that my brothers had me convinced that women could only give birth to one gender and because my mom already had 2 boys, clearly I was the adopted one. The dream haunted me, clearly as I remember it almost 20 years later, so when I went to college and found my long lost twin it was pretty ironic!
I like to tell Addie the story of the first time we met because I still think its funny, and she doesn't remember it at all. That's how much of an impression I made on her! It was towards the beginning of the second semester of our freshman year, and we were dating guys in the same Corps outfit. They had a Hawaiian luau date party one weekend and afterwards Jonathan and I went back to his dorm room with his roommate Randy, his girlfriend Brittney, and another couple who I'd never met. The guy was one year below Jonathan and Randy, and the girl was my age. She and Brittney had met and hit it off I guess, so Brittney invited them in...and that's when I first met Addie. I got a kick out of her and Ryan, her boyfriend, because I thought they were the oddest match...I'd NEVER pick him for her. sweet guy, bless his heart, and insert any other phrase to counteract negative comments...he just wasn't that fantastic and she was so sweet! Brittney and Addie had plans to go get pedicures the next day and invited me along. I was always pretty shy around Jonathan's friends girlfriends - never the social butterfly at first - so I was hesitant to go, but I also was eager to make more friends so I went along. After the pedicures we went to lunch at Johnny Carinos where Addie and I discovered we have the same birthday.
Fast forward a little over a year. I was having roommate drama and had decided that I would move into a one bedroom for my junior year. Didn't want the trouble of roommates, but I hadn't found a place yet. Also, wasn't sure how I'd afford a one bedroom...way more expensive! Brittney saw me online one day and said, "Hey, do you need a roommate?" She told me that Addie, who I had seen periodically at football games or parties but never really got to know that well, was wanting to move into a 3 bedroom duplex with her friend Jen but their third roommate backed out. I said sure, Addie called me to see if I wanted to go see the place, then we signed the lease that week. I hardly knew Addie and didn't even MEET Jen at the lease signing, but I figured having 2 roommates that I barely knew would be better than 3 good friends who ended up spending so much time together than we ripped each other's hair out. If the 3 of us hated each other I wouldn't be at a loss since we weren't friends to begin with, and if we ended up having a blast it would be an unexpected surprise.
I must say it was the second of the two.
We lived together the last 2 years of college and it was by far the best thing that I took from college. Ok, maybe my degree was the best but this was a close second! It took me a few months to warm up to Jen (remember my lack of social skills when I don't know people?) but because I knew Addie a little bit we didn't have a trial-time before our friendship took off. We weren't inseparable and we both had our own friends, but that is what made the friendship even better I think. We weren't dependent on each other, but we had a blast when we were together. By the end of our senior year the 3 of us would have preferred stay home hanging out with each other in our living room than go out to a crowded club or party and we had some of the best times.
Along with sharing a birthday and many common interests, Addie and I were constantly told how much we looked alike. We never saw it, but apparently EVERY ONE else did. One day when I was working at Poor Yoricks someone yelled out, "Addie!" I turned to see if she was there, then realized he was talking to me. I laughed and said, "Oh, I'm not Addie. She's actually my roommate though!" "oh shut up, you're so stupid addie" "no really, I'm amanda" "whatever. how have you been?" "no...I swear..." "show me your student ID" REALLY??? Who was this guy, why was he demanding to see my ID, and WHY did I oblige??? He was stunned when he saw my ID. Another instance of shock and amazement was when Addie's friend from Oklahoma was in town, who I hadn't met yet. When I walked out to the living room Saturday morning he started talking to me like we were old pals. I thought he was just extra friendly, so I was trying to be a good host (A host, above all, must be nice to his guests...or so Thidwick and Dr Seuss taught me) It wasn't until Addie walked out of her room a few minutes later that Jason realized he was talking to a stranger the whole time.
So, if its true that women can only give birth to one gender, I can at least find some comfort in knowing that I found my "real" sibling. 20 years late, but that's ok. It was worth the wait! Our 2 years as roommates were just the beginning and we are just as close as, if not closer than, when we lived together. She's such a wonderful support, a great friend, and whenever we're together its always a blast. One of the many blessings in my life for sure.
Happy 26th birthday Addie...and let's not spend our 27th in different states k?
I like to tell Addie the story of the first time we met because I still think its funny, and she doesn't remember it at all. That's how much of an impression I made on her! It was towards the beginning of the second semester of our freshman year, and we were dating guys in the same Corps outfit. They had a Hawaiian luau date party one weekend and afterwards Jonathan and I went back to his dorm room with his roommate Randy, his girlfriend Brittney, and another couple who I'd never met. The guy was one year below Jonathan and Randy, and the girl was my age. She and Brittney had met and hit it off I guess, so Brittney invited them in...and that's when I first met Addie. I got a kick out of her and Ryan, her boyfriend, because I thought they were the oddest match...I'd NEVER pick him for her. sweet guy, bless his heart, and insert any other phrase to counteract negative comments...he just wasn't that fantastic and she was so sweet! Brittney and Addie had plans to go get pedicures the next day and invited me along. I was always pretty shy around Jonathan's friends girlfriends - never the social butterfly at first - so I was hesitant to go, but I also was eager to make more friends so I went along. After the pedicures we went to lunch at Johnny Carinos where Addie and I discovered we have the same birthday.
Fast forward a little over a year. I was having roommate drama and had decided that I would move into a one bedroom for my junior year. Didn't want the trouble of roommates, but I hadn't found a place yet. Also, wasn't sure how I'd afford a one bedroom...way more expensive! Brittney saw me online one day and said, "Hey, do you need a roommate?" She told me that Addie, who I had seen periodically at football games or parties but never really got to know that well, was wanting to move into a 3 bedroom duplex with her friend Jen but their third roommate backed out. I said sure, Addie called me to see if I wanted to go see the place, then we signed the lease that week. I hardly knew Addie and didn't even MEET Jen at the lease signing, but I figured having 2 roommates that I barely knew would be better than 3 good friends who ended up spending so much time together than we ripped each other's hair out. If the 3 of us hated each other I wouldn't be at a loss since we weren't friends to begin with, and if we ended up having a blast it would be an unexpected surprise.
I must say it was the second of the two.
We lived together the last 2 years of college and it was by far the best thing that I took from college. Ok, maybe my degree was the best but this was a close second! It took me a few months to warm up to Jen (remember my lack of social skills when I don't know people?) but because I knew Addie a little bit we didn't have a trial-time before our friendship took off. We weren't inseparable and we both had our own friends, but that is what made the friendship even better I think. We weren't dependent on each other, but we had a blast when we were together. By the end of our senior year the 3 of us would have preferred stay home hanging out with each other in our living room than go out to a crowded club or party and we had some of the best times.
Along with sharing a birthday and many common interests, Addie and I were constantly told how much we looked alike. We never saw it, but apparently EVERY ONE else did. One day when I was working at Poor Yoricks someone yelled out, "Addie!" I turned to see if she was there, then realized he was talking to me. I laughed and said, "Oh, I'm not Addie. She's actually my roommate though!" "oh shut up, you're so stupid addie" "no really, I'm amanda" "whatever. how have you been?" "no...I swear..." "show me your student ID" REALLY??? Who was this guy, why was he demanding to see my ID, and WHY did I oblige??? He was stunned when he saw my ID. Another instance of shock and amazement was when Addie's friend from Oklahoma was in town, who I hadn't met yet. When I walked out to the living room Saturday morning he started talking to me like we were old pals. I thought he was just extra friendly, so I was trying to be a good host (A host, above all, must be nice to his guests...or so Thidwick and Dr Seuss taught me) It wasn't until Addie walked out of her room a few minutes later that Jason realized he was talking to a stranger the whole time.
So, if its true that women can only give birth to one gender, I can at least find some comfort in knowing that I found my "real" sibling. 20 years late, but that's ok. It was worth the wait! Our 2 years as roommates were just the beginning and we are just as close as, if not closer than, when we lived together. She's such a wonderful support, a great friend, and whenever we're together its always a blast. One of the many blessings in my life for sure.
Happy 26th birthday Addie...and let's not spend our 27th in different states k?
Jul 16, 2010
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